My Dad Is Too Strong

Meanwhile, a kids cafe near my house.

..........here is fun?

I stare blankly at the children running around.

Seol Yoon-hee nodded with a smile.

Then a small ball flew to Yong-yong and slapped him on the cheek.

A snap.

......

"Not a big deal? I thought Yong-yong was the perfect place for your age..."

How old do you think I am?

"Um. About six years old......... No, is he five?"

Yong-yong mumbled, pressing his throbbing forehead with his front feet.

......uh.

"Huh?"

"I'm over 8,000 years old.

It has been more than 2,000 years since he had already gone through the Hezzling years and became Jackie Chan, a king who was feared and feared by all dragons. A tyrant or king, or dragon king, Isaas. Or, in other words, Dragon Road. All those modifiers were on him.

But, uh...

"Kids Cafe doesn't make sense!

Yong-yong shouted, throwing a ball rolling on the floor.

I've rarely resisted Seol Yun-hui before, but I couldn't forgive her this time.

It was necessary to establish the order of this house on this occasion.

A flash.

"Wow!"

Seol Yoon-hee lifted Yong-yong and stroked his head.

"Yes, yes, Yong-yong. Let's go for a slide."

Hey, did you just listen to me?

"Yes. You're 8,000 years old. Our Yong-yong is 8,000 years old."

.........

If you climb the cutely decorated stairs and go up the slide.

There were already rows of young children preparing to ride the slide.

Slides falling into grass filled with rubber balls were popular with children.

"It's going to be fun, right?"

"No, not at all."

Soon it was Yong-yong's turn.

Holding Yong-yong in her arms, Seol Yun-hui began to descend along the slope of the slide.

Shoo-wooong.

Friction with the air, a pleasant wind wound around the whole body.

When it fell on the floor, the rubber balls splashed around and served as soft cushions.

Yong-yong's body, which was held in Seol Yoon-hee's arms, begins to tremble slightly.

Yong-yong was lost in thought with a blank expression.

What the hell, this...….'

It's fun.

"How's that, funny?"

......별로.

Yong-yong turned his head and grumbled.

Seol Yoon-hee smiled when she saw the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

I thought Yong-yong was a dishonest kid.

"Shall we go do that next time?"

......what kind of honorifics all of a sudden?

I saw Seol Yun-hee in a book.

Using honorifics helps foster a child's emotions.

***

After spending about an hour at Kid's Cafe.

To make chicken, he bought fried chicken powder, milk, onions, garlic and other ingredients at a local mart, put them in the refrigerator, and took out his smartphone on the sofa.

Dojun said he would be home in three hours, but there was about an hour left until that time.

As Kyung-sik said, F-hunters will be discriminated against a lot among the same hunters. According to Hunter Management's statistics, 20 percent of all Hunter's...….

It's on cable.

a program entitled Hunter

Despite not being on the airwaves, it was a popular program with more than 20 percent ratings on each episode.

And it was a broadcast that Yong-yong constantly watches.

"My father took his F-level Hunter's card with him today..."

Dojun rarely used his civil service card on weekends.

These days, I don't bring it home, I leave it in the office, hang it around my neck when I get to work, and leave it in my office drawer when I get off work.

Today it occurred to me that I carried an F-level Hunter's card to the crack in the nest of the Cockatrice.

"Why is that?"

Yong-yong looked at her with eyes as if there was something wrong with her.

"I was afraid my father might get into trouble with the other hunters....."

"Is there a madman who's picking a fight with his master?"

"......right?"

It's not crazy.

***

Boom boom!

A man who came in through a crack.

Lee Guk-hyun murmured.

"He's..."

I could remember.

Of the guys on the Hunter bus.

He was the only one in plain clothes.

Besides, as far as I remember, he was definitely an F-class hunter.

No, I'm sure you came here as a porter.

"But are you crazy?"

It's so high.

It was a crack in grade D that wasn't low.

Even a Class A hunter could have been fatally wounded in an attack by a Class D monster if he didn't wear a suit, but why did he wear a hoodie and cotton pants and enter the crack?

The idea was not only for Lee Kuk-hyun but also for other hunters.

"Hey!"

Lee Kuk-hyun tried to call in Do-joon, a man.

However, Dojun started to walk his own way.

Lee Guk-hyun was instantly heated by the fact that a class F person dared to ignore his words, and ran to him, grabbed him by the shoulder and stopped him from walking.

"If someone called you, you should stand. You bastard."

Swoosh.

Dojun looks at Lee Guk-hyun's hand on his shoulder.

gave a long sigh. I don't know why.

I had a hunch that this would happen.

"You speak informally at first sight..."

with one's hands off one's shoulders

asked Dojun.

"Are you my boss?"

At that remark.

Everyone watching was shocked.

In particular, Kim Ho-cheol's complexion turned white.

How can a porter say such a thing to a Class B hunter!

"What......?"

Very fast.

Lee Guk-hyun gritted his teeth.

I clenched my fist. How can a class F hunter be so proud of a porter?

But he can't sell like a dog in front of people.

In addition, some may be recording the current situation with CAM.

Well, you might be mistaken. I'm grade F, and you're grade B. If you look at it in a big way, you'll become a senior."

"You know it, you...…!"

"And I can humbly accept that if you're giving me advice and concerns as a senior, but if you're simply trying to overuse your power, I'd like you to stop."

Dojun is stuck in Lee Guk-hyun's waist.

I brought my hand to Mana's case.

cold sinking eyes

Well, I couldn't see anyone else watching from afar.

Lee Guk-hyun, who was close to me, could know clearly.

I think we're going to skip this one more time.

There's no next time, so don't mess around anymore.

Dojun was speaking.

With a clear warning.

Bugak!

Lee Guk-hyun's managun broke.

***

Do-joon, who grabbed a cockatrice and came out of the crack, said:

The pavilion at Octagonal Pavilion, which was home to a large crowds.

Most of them were mountaineers in their 40s and 50s wearing hiking clothes.

They were surrounding Carthiel.

"Who's the daughter? She looks so cute."

"Try this, too. There is chocolate, too."

Snacks full of Carthiel's hand.

The hikers were looking at Carthiel, who looked like a pretty half-breed on TV, with a happy smile.

"Journeyim!"

Seeing Dojun out of the crack, Carthiel jumped up from his seat and rushed to Dojun. Naturally, the hikers' eyes turned to Dojun.

Dojun gulped down his dry saliva, feeling their eyes.

"......is that the parent?"

"But what does the word 'master' mean?"

"Don't you have to report it to the police station?"

Either way.

Carthiel didn't care.

Sucking the lollipop sideways, he grinned broadly.

"Journeyim. Muggle mani sea."

"......please, but can you just call me Dad right now?"

At that remark.

He dropped the lollipop that Carthiel was eating.

And shook his head and said,

"Oh, no. My little master will hate it. I'll call you Master."

Moment

The climbers who made eye contact with Dojun.

They looked this way and chatted with each other.

Dojun whispered to Carthiel.

"Just call me Dad until you get home."

"......can I really do that?"

"Please."

Moment

Dojun could see.

Karsiel was able to make such a happy face. To do.

"Yes. Dad!"

***

Beep beep.

The sound of a door lock being password pressed.

Yong-yong's ears, which were sleeping in a circle on the sofa, stand up.

And raise your body reflexively.

He ran towards the front door.

"Hello, master....huh?

Dojun and Carthiel who open the door and come in.

But I felt something strange.

It was because Karsiel came in holding Dojun's hand tightly.

"I've been out, so let's wash our hands."

"Yes. Dad."

"......Daddy?"

Yong-yong muttered,

Karsiel, who was smiling back then, changed his expressionless faceless.

Let go of Dojun's hand.

"Carthiel, you just called your master "Daddy."….

"It's a mistake, Master Izaas."

"Oh, no. I've heard it for sure.

"I said master."

Karsiel's eyes cooled.

"......he, yes, hahaha."

***

"I'm sure you said dad.….

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Seol Yoon-hee, who was throwing milk into the sink from a trimmed coca-tree meat, tilted her head and asked.

Dad? What does that mean?

"Can I help you?"

Dojun said, wiping his wet hair with a towel.

The reason was that I thought that I could get burned if I did something wrong because fried food is too oily.

"My father had a hard time getting the ingredients from outside, and I can't even order food."

"No, it wasn't hard, but...…."

"And please don't take my pleasure away."

Seol Yoon-hee thought that rather than helping Do-jun cook, she just had to enjoy it.

I'm cheering up to see it.

That's enough if you look satisfied.

Punching.

Seol Yun-hee poured half a canola oil into the frying pan.

Then turn on the stove and wait until the oil boils to about 180 degrees.

Cockatrice meat, which had been coated with fried chicken dough, began to be put in a frying pan one by one so that it wouldn't stick.

Ouch.

The sight is.

It was a cultural shock to Yong-yong.

To bake or boil. It's always been one of the two.

Grilling meat is the best way to cook it.

"......there."

Seol Yoonhee bit her lips.

He glanced at Do-jun, Yong-yong, and Karsiel, who clung around him.

And said with an awkward smile.

"Bba, I'll make it fast."

Everyone seems very hungry.

***

"Oh, Father. What do you say...?

Wait until Seol Yoon-hee swallows Do-joon's chicken.

asked carefully, ditheringly.

I was filled with anxiety about what to do if I heard something that tasted bad.

"Delicious."

"Well, really?"

A positive answer from Dojun.

This moment was an irreplaceable happy time for her.

Because I could feel that Dojun needed him.

"It tastes better with the care of the little master."

"Thank you, Carthiel. Eat a lot."

"Thank you."

chicken

A thin deep-fried garment that glows in gold.

A strong juicer that seeps through it and pops out indelibly after a bite.

The outside was crispy and savory, the flesh moist and salty.

Yong-yong mumbled, closing his eyes.

...universe.